Honeysugar: Oh, excuse me, I couldn't help noticing thru the window here didn't I
hoover that crumb up.
Anorexia: Oh, no, that must have rolled off my plate. I was thinking of having it for
breakfast but I was feeling too glutonos.
Honeysugar: Tell me about it! I'm tempted every day by my name. Honeysugar, don't
you know. Did I introduce myself?
Anorexia: Maybe, or maybe I couldn't hear you over your hoover.
Honeysugar: I am perfecting quite a yell to compensate!
Anorexia: You're quite billowsome now.
Honeysugar: Is that French! Haven't heard it before. Don't like the French much.
Anorexia: What don't you like?
Honeysugar: They don't have a certain 'Je Ne Sais Pas'
Anorexia: Hope you're bigger on the English.
Honeysugar: You can be sure about that. Do you know Kate Middleton?
Anorexia: No, but I should. Think she's my friend Matilda's next door neighbor, even tho she
lives thirty miles away.
Honeysugar: So she can't stroll over there for a cup of sugar, poor dear,..Matilda? Is that long
for something.
Anorexia: Tilly, I think.
Honeysugar: Capital!
Anorexia: Yes, she is made of money.
Honeysugar: Does she have shares?
Anorexia: No, she shares it with the poor, on all her ventures for the homeless.
Honeysugar: Well, as long as we can't catch it I,m sure its a venerable idea.
Anorexia: Is that English?
Honeysugar: Yes, you don't know how I model myself on Kate!
Anorexia: I just hope I match up to the example then.
Honeysugar: Unless you can produce a Prince you never could.
Anorexia: I do have a tiara I wear sometimes.
Honeysugar: Yes, but Kate is so cool I've heard her's is made out of sugar! 

Anorexia's blog:

The day is as long as we are awake
Awake are the listeners to dreams
Dreams help us to sleep
Sleep is when we stop pretending
Pretenders to crowns cut themselves on them
Them are the people we never can meet
Meetings are the coming together of two halfs
Half is never too much of too little
Little problems annoy us largely
Large are the things we grow up in our mind
Mindful we are of things without a mind
Minding the day as long as we are awake. 

Anorexia: I'll have to make it a quick call. You wouldn't believe how much its costing me.
Matilda: Unless you tell me, no I wouldn't.
Anorexia: Just imagine money going down the drain.
Matilda: How's it going then in Boston?
Anorexia: Fine. The Bostonians seem to be a conscientious bunch.
Matilda: What have you been doing then?
Anorexia: O.K. question two. You know, just the usual. Not eating. Watching others not eating.
Being invited out to non-dinners.
Matilda: Sounds like you're in your Heaven then.
Anorexia: I could do with a few fat people to make me feel thinner tho. I swear I've put on a
crumb of weight. How many calories are there in jet lag?
Matilda: Well, there's all the high air, but its thinner up there, so that should be lo-fat.
Anorexia: It might be because we're five hours behind here. I'm probably asleep when I'd
normaly be exercising.
Matilda: Sounds almost feasable.
Anorexia: You'll have to come across sometime. You'll fit in here. Everyone's wearing leggings.
They're all into their health kick.
Matilda: Did I tell you I'm helping out at Cardomin's clothes emporium?
Anorexia: No, you didn't, and the place sounds like its graduated. Last time I heard it was just
a plain shop.
Matilda: Yes, but all the stock sold out so it had to expand.
Anorexia: Like most of the elasticated stuff it sells then.
Matilda: Yes, and Cardomin is very stretchable..in her mind, as well as her clothes.
Anorexia: Oh, oh..credit's running out.
Matilda: Its so English of us to use the old fashioned method!
Anorexia: I know, next we'll be sending telegrams.
Matilda: I think they're called texts.
Anorexia: Or tweets.
Matilda: I'd probably revert back to pigeon post..Oh, she's gone.      

Honeysugar: Hi! Don't mind me. I'm the cleaner. Are you the new girl or are you just breaking in?
Anorexia: Yes, I'm just passing by. I've got the family jewels bulging my pockets.
Honeysugar: Now I can tell by your accent that unless you're an International Thief you're the
visitor from England.
Anorexia: Yes, Anorexia.
Honeysugar: Who is?
Anorexia: My name.
Honeysugar: You'll have to speak English.
Anorexia: Rexie, Rexie is my name.
Honeysugar: You should have said, I'm Honeysugar. I'm kind of fattening.
Anorexia: You cook big dinners?
Honeysugar: No, I make everyone else look on the large size by standing right next to them. Tho I
can see with you I'll have my work cut out. You're so emaciated.
Anorexia: Thank you for the compliment.
Honeysugar: Now I must burn some calories and get my vaccuum out. I haven't had any calories
today so I'm hoping to wear into the bone.
Anorexia: Do you have good days and bad days as far as slimming goes.
Honeysugar: On a good day I generaly pass out. Its my body telling me I'm happy with my lack of
calories.
Anorexia: And on a bad day?
Honeysugar: Oh, I pass out also, from the shock of eating. Its my way of telling me that my body's
happy with my calories.
Anorexia: Our bodies are our greatest enemies.
Honeysugar: If only we could empty them completely like hoovers!

Mr Plimsole: Going out to work again, darling.
Maisie: Not working as hard as me I hope on the treadmill.
Mr Plimsole: Nobody would be able to, you're so dedicated.
Maisie: I know. I sometimes think I should have married myself.
Mr Plimsole: The amount of time you look in the mirror, maybe you did.
Maisie: What was that.
Mr Plimsole: Oh nothing, you had to be there.
Maisie: Well, don't go disturbing my exercise for too long then.
Mr Plimsole: I couldn't keep you from the gym.
Maisie: Think of me in my stars and stripes leotard. I'll be representing New England in Slimming in
no time.
Mr Plimsole: Its about time you did something with your weight. I thought the scales were glued.
Maisie: I was sticking exactly to my 2000 calories a day, but then I remembered I had to exercise.
Mr Plimsole: We always forget something don't we.
Maisie: Yes, we do. Here's your umbrella.
Mr Plimsole: Oh, thank you. They've given out sun all day tho.
Maisie: Use it as a sun shade then.
Mr Plimsole: Brains as well as beauty. You'll be my Brandy Johnson in no time.  

Miss Rye-Veta: Hi! You must be the new girl. Bulemia, isn't it?
Anorexia: No, Anorexia.
Miss Rye-Veta: That sounds difficult to say. I'll have to write it down.
Anorexia: Oh, call me Rexie then.
Miss Rye-Veta: O.k. I'm Gillian by the way, tho my full title's Miss Rye-Veta. I was last issue's
slimmer of the season. Has my fame spread to England do you know?
Anorexia: I don't know, but it is now greatly admired by myself I might add.
Miss Rye-Veta: I'm no Kate Middleton, I know, but I do try my best.
Anorexia: You'd be royalty in my circles.
Miss Rye-Veta: You'll have to give me some of your tips. You're so deathly thin.
Anorexia: I don't know that I have exactly a manifesto.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, well I'd vote for whatever you stood for. You'll have to come down for
non-dinner some time. We have large spacious gaps between meals and we find talking does
burn the calories so.
Anorexia: Sounds yummy.
Miss Rye-Veta: Come round at about eight then and we'll not eat for hours.
Anorexia: Thanks, you're really spoiling me.

Carly: Wow, these scales aren't kind at all! Was feeling like having a fat day today too! What
with Rose coming round.
Robert: Hi, darling. Late niter again, slept in the spare room so not to wake ya.
Carly: I was wondering where you were just before I sparked out after my power walk. Then I was
dead to the world. You could have divorced me for all I knew.
Robert: Divorce? Don't think that's a word I've used yet.
Carly: What?
Robert: Oh, nothing. You're having Rose round for dinner right?
Carly: Yes, but she'll be gone by eight if you want to join me. By seven thirty if she's feeling quite eaty.
Robert: Yes, I think I will join you if you don't mind. I do have something I want to say to you.
Carly: Is it a surprise? Oh, do tell me. I do like surprises.
Robert: Its not something I say everyday, no, but you'll have to wait. Otherwise it won't be a surprise
will it?
Carly: I suppose not. Though I will be scoffing my food down in full anticipation, so it'd better be good.
Robert: Well, later then and you'll find out. Now I'll leave you and your leggings to your run my dear.
Carly: Oh, they're all the fashion now don't you know. I'll be wearing them all the time. And for folks
like me with a yo-yoing figure they're just the ticket. They're quite stretchable you see.
Robert: Yes, I do see. They're not the same pair you wore in the eighties are they?
Carly: Oh, no, but they look the same. You know I'll only wear black. Its such a slimming color.
Robert: I know, you wouldn't have anything else.

Mr. Plimsole: Yes, I think you're going to love it in Plump Avenue.
Anorexia: I'm a little concerned about the name, I might say.
Mr. Plimsole: I know. Malnutrition Road would have been less disconcerting but that's on the other
side of town at the end of the Donut Diner.
Anorexia: Another place to avoid then. They don't have a Celery Center do they?
Mr. Plimsole: I haven't heard of one and being normal why would I? You were joking right?
Anorexia: Er, yes, yes, for sure.
Mr. Plimsole: Oh, here's Carly doing one of her midnight power walks. She's a neighbor of ours.
Carly: Hiiiii, Can't stop, travelling at the full four miles an hour.
Mr. Plimsole: See you later then.. ..She used to dog walk but the poodle traveled too fast for her so
she had to give it up.
Anorexia: That's sad. How about a tortoise. No that would be too slow.
Mr. Plimsole: A lazy cat might do, but those don't take for being taken around on leads.
Anorexia: Oh, is this it? Number 14?
Mr. Plimsole: Yes, there's Maisie inside. She's been housebound of late.
Anorexia: Oh, dear. Did she hurt herself.
Mr. Plimsole: No, its account of her weight. She ballooned a little and now she's exercising the air
out of her before she takes to the outside air again. She walked that treadmill five miles a day without
leaving the room.
Anorexia: Wow, folks have so much to do on Plump Avenue!